The newspaper reports of an attack
Yesterday shots were fired at the Chancellor
The cop wants me to pull over
Because shots were fired at the Chancellor
Bang bang, the limo was armored
Bang, what luck this bastard has?
Bang bang, shots at the Chancellor
Bang bang, shots from the pump gun

I wear gold chains, sent by the devil
My thing is long and black like an escalator belt
K.I.Z tattoo under the tracksuit
My steak had a better life than you
You come from a hole, you end in a hole
I play basketball with your severed head
Before I go to sleep, I snort a line of snow
Because of guys like me, you vote for the AfD

The world is screwed, the end is near
On the election posters, the Grim Reaper
Raise the glass one last time
Today I'll be shot by the SWAT team

The newspaper reports of an attack
Yesterday shots were fired at the Chancellor
The cop wants me to pull over
Because shots were fired at the Chancellor
Bang bang, the limo was armored
Bang, what luck this bastard has?
Bang bang, shots at the Chancellor
Bang bang, shots from the pump gun

A fortune teller lays out the tarot cards and says
"Today you will knock someone out"
Don't call me brother, you son of a bitch
The bouncer lets me in because he has to
I come backstage, distribute a round of slaps
And you have ice on your cheek, like Gucci Mane
Take my name in your mouth and I'll f- your grandmother
Dissolve you in acid, flush you down the toilet

The world is screwed, the end is near
On the election posters, the Grim Reaper
Raise the glass one last time
Today I'll be shot by the SWAT team

The newspaper reports of an attack
Yesterday shots were fired at the Chancellor
The cop wants me to pull over
Because shots were fired at the Chancellor
Bang bang, the limo was armored
Bang, what luck this bastard has?
Bang bang, shots at the Chancellor
Bang bang, shots from the pump gun

I flee from the psychiatric ward
In a straitjacket by Givenchy
I'm the kind of friend who steals and then helps you look
And drink a glass of Angela Merkel's breast milk
My son has a birthday, I don't care
I congratulate him on his third, even though it's his seventh
Hang myself - on an apple tree
On my home planet, I wouldn't dare do that, hey

The newspaper reports of an attack
Yesterday shots were fired at the Chancellor
The cop wants me to pull over
Because shots were fired at the Chancellor
Bang bang, the limo was armored
Bang, what luck this bastard has?
Bang bang, shots at the Chancellor
Bang bang, shots from the pump gun

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